Frank Feldman: what a guy!
A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabby says, โWow, perfect timing. Youโre just like Frank.โ
The passenger asks, โWho?โ
The cabby explains, โFrank Feldman. Heโs a guy who did everything right all the time. Like when I came along just when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.โ
The passenger remarked, โThere are always a few clouds over everybody.โ
โNot Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros.
“He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.โ
The passenger said, โSounds like he was really something special.โ
The cabby replied, โThereโs more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybodyโs birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman could do everything right.โ
The passenger was amazed, โWow, what a guy!โ The cabby continued, โHe always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.โ
Passenger: โHow did you meet him?โ
Cabby: โI never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.”